A highly anticipated concert by Breathless Eternity, one of
the biggest and hottest rock bands in the world.

Backstage passes and a chance for three friends to meet the
drop dead Adrien "Diablo" Bissette, the sexy lead singer.

A sexy rendezvous that leads to unspeakable passion and
feelings neither might be able to acknowledge.

A forced abduction.

Trapped by a crazed and power-hungry individual bent on
revenge. When a coveted wish and an unexpected nightmare collide, there is
nothing that can be done to save Sierra Carter.

Not when no one—not even her two best friends—realize she's
missing in the first place.

WARNING: This is a stand-alone psychological thriller with dark
romance, suspense and mystery aspects. Violence, explicit language and adult
situations are present throughout the story. This novel is not recommended for
adults who have trigger issues regarding abduction, rough play, or can't
separate fantasy from reality.

“I didn’t know you knew French so . . . well,” I replied
after I dug into my omelet and placed it in my mouth.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me and the same goes for
me about you. My minor was French and I had to study here at a university in
Lyon for a year. Talk about baptism by fire.” She continued to eat her baguette
but those mesmerizing hazel-green eyes were fixed on me.

“I want to share so much with you, and in due time, we will
. . . but after I get you into my bed again—”

“You mean the one your housekeeper recently changed the
duvet and the sheets this morning?” Sierra’s eyebrows arched with a dash of
humor. “I couldn’t possibly . . .”

“Who said we had to fuck in a bed? It’s quite provincial,
don’t you think? I mean we have the whole
apartment at our disposal.”

“That we do.”

There was silence between us as we finished our breakfast
and I drank down almost a whole cup of coffee. My bladder had started to give
me signs it wouldn’t be long before I’d have to make a dash to the bathroom.

Something in her eyes disturbed me and I wanted to get it
out of her before I left the table. “What’s the matter? I can see concern on
your face.”

She drank from her
coffee and set the mug down on the table. “I’m not a fool, Adrien. In two days,
you leave for Nice and the girls and I will be heading to Cannes. It sucks that
this whole . . . hookup between us is just that. You don’t think I wouldn’t
like to spend more time with you or get to know the real you?” Sierra bit on
her lower lip before she sighed out loud. “I don’t do random one night stands
and I sure as fuck didn’t mean to come off as a groupie. My cousin is in a band
so I know how it goes but this all just seems like such bad fucking timing.”